TRUST FALL
[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK]
She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him.
But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain.
(EXTRACT)
"What are you doing here?" he countered.
"That doesn't answer my question," Heather shot back, her eyes narrowing.
Eamon's demeanor darkened, his voice taking on a demonic edge. "What do you take me for, Heather Daniels?"
Heather swallowed hard, her courage faltering. "I... I..."
Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased.
"Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control.
Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one."
Heather took a deep breath, hardening her resolve.
"Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely.
"Oh?" Eamon's eyebrows arched in mild surprise.
"Sorry, again," Heather added, her voice softer now.
"It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though."
Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?"
Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes.
Heather's breath hitched as she saw what seemed to be living yellow cells moving within those eyes. It was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
"You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate.
Heather: "...."
Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."
Heather felt a shiver run down her spine. She was caught in a dangerous game with a man who seemed to know everything about her.
She took a step back, her mind racing. "What do you want from me?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.
Eamon's smile softened, but his eyes remained cold and calculating.
"For now, just your cooperation," he said, his tone deceptively gentle. "There are things you need to understand, Heather. I own your life now, that was the deal. And don't you dare think of running away."
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#r18 #darkromance #billionaire #revenge #betrayal #villain #badboy #powerfulcouple #hiddenmarriage
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PS: Book cover is not mine and would be changed anytime.
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